Our first published literary work comes from Morgan St. John. A Few Kind Words is a short story that tells the tragic yet hopeful tale of two labor union organizers coping with the loss of a friend and an adversary. Together they struggle to find the right words to eulogize a man whose approaches to life and relationships represent the painful contradictions between a vision for the world as it should be, and the personal demons that often stand in the way of fulfilling that vision. In the process, they uncover some important truths about what happens when the paths of other people touch ours.

I used to be called Lucy, but now they call me Orchids. Or Pearls. Or Radiant Heirloom Tomatoes. My earlobes grow yellow and red depending on my mood. My screams sound like ancient Gregorian chants. And church bells. When I walk by the rocks in the front yard, they turn to glass boxes filled with salamanders and bugs for the salamanders to feed on. My wings allow me to hover out of this room, past the kitchen, past my uncle, out the front door. I called my father on the phone but he didn't understand a word I said because he only heard beautiful melodies. He begged me to keep crying because he loved the sound so much. It was frustrating, because it comes with the territory when you're beautiful and perfect. Radiant Heirloom Tomatoes, she is a springtime parade and a celebration of the disappearance of all of our concern. That's what they say about me.